It was our first proper gig… the Torrington Arms in Finchley was loud and messy. Everyone we knew, that could be bothered, came to it, and everyone was impressed that we had gotten a band together. We were probably shit. But we did it. We were impressed that we had gotten our shit together.
Caernavon Castle, Camden. Vik was probably in the crowd. Not sure how many others were there for us. But we played the usual, All Fall Down, Play My Games. We were a mishmash of everything; punk, Oasis, Beatlesy, Nirvana influenced stuffs. On one song, Happens, Sarb stepped forward and brandished a harmonica to do a little solo.
Some of those tunes, those gigs were half decent, but we didn’t have a bassist. And we were still finding our feet as a band. We thought we were destined for greatness. Any minute now someone would step forward and say… ‘fuck me you guys are good, sign this piece of paper…’
